Killing House

I live in a killing house prepared for me since years ago. I drive a death box.
Travel the way they want me to. Go to places where they lie in wait.

These things I do in the name of handing them yet another chance.
All in the hope that this time around they will do the right thing.
So the population will be safe.

They will never learn.

Cowards.

There is no doubt that I am slipping into depression. Perhaps it is due to overtraining. Ignored building my aerobic base and pushed myself physically too hard and too fast.

What is more depressing is thinking about how to protect the population from its own government, the police and its collaborators.

If only the public knows about what they are doing to me now.